Ghost Ships

We find them sometimes,
drifting at sea
or maybe just off the coast,
vessels without captains,
not a soul, except
that of the boats, and they
never tell us a thing.
There’s a trawler, the High Aim,
loaded with three tons
of tuna, rotting now,
down near Perth.
In a quarantine bay,
police search her, look
for a struggle (piracy maybe)
but find no sign.
There is fuel and food,
just no one aboard, and she’s
come far, three thousand miles.
Authorities think she probably
steered herself. But what
of the crew, where did they go?
The cops, flat out,
don’t know. Her berths
are empty, the bare deck clean.


Originally published in The Literary Bohemian, 2009.

Reprinted in Undead, Apex Book Company, 2018.

 

Amy MacLennan’s work has been published in Cimarron ReviewFolio, Hayden’s Ferry ReviewLinebreak, Pearl MagazinePirene’s FountainPoet’s Market, River StyxSouth Dakota ReviewSpillwayThe OregonianThe Pedestal MagazineWindfall, and Wisconsin Review. She is the managing editor of The Cortland Review and a poetry editor for Bone Bouquet. She has published two chapbooks: Weathering (Uttered Chaos Press, 2012), and The Fragile Day (Spire Press, 2011). She has been featured on The Writer’s Almanac and on Verse Daily. Her first full-length collection, The Body, A Tree, was published by MoonPath Press in 2016, and it was a runner-up for the Poetry Society of Virginia Book Award.

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